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beansideTitle: Upon My Liar's Chair
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Thankfully, this didn't happen. I don't know them, I don't know what they do in their spare time, but I doubt it's any of this.
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Warning: Character injury, permanent disability.
After nearly a week of rain, it was nice to have sun again, Jensen thought, rolling out along the paved path to the whirlpool end of the pool. Not that it made a difference, but the chair cushion was getting musty.
Parking next to the lift, he gritted his teeth. This was the part he hated the most. If it wasn't for how good the bubbling water felt, he'd never go through it. Somehow, the muscles in his legs took dangling off the edge of the lift as an invitation to spasm and hurt like nobody's business.
The spasms had died down a little, but some days, it still hurt like someone was torching his legs. Those days, it was all he could do to crawl out of bed into the chair to get the painkillers.
He could call Jared, but dammit, he could handle it. He'd better fucking well get used to handling it.
Sure, the doctors told him that he could still have improvement. The statements were always couched with phrases like “there's so much we don't know about how the spine works,” and “it's up to your body.”
His parents told him regularly to “have faith.” Just the thought made him want to throw something. Have faith in what, exactly?
God? Sure, he was on the big guy's good side, obviously. In the body that had betrayed him? Yeah, that would happen. Right now, the only fucking thing he had faith in was the narcotics that kept him from screaming in agony.
The facts of the matter were that he hadn't regained any more feeling or mobility in his legs since the day he'd come to at the hospital. Right now, it was pretty unlikely that he was getting a whole lot more.
He was pretty lucky that he had what he did, or so they told him. It could have been a lot worse. No bowel, no bladder function. No sexual function. Even if right now he couldn't imagine having sex, it was nice to know it was still there.
No sense putting it off, he thought. With a soft grunt of pain, he shifted his weight onto his arms, transferring from the chair to the lift's seat.
As expected, his legs began jumping immediately, the muscles reacting to the lack of support. It seemed to take forever for the lift to swing him over the whirlpool and lower him until the seat was flush to the bench seat in the bubbling water.
More than once, he'd spent the whole day here, not willing to lose the peaceful feeling of weightlessness. At least in the water, his legs didn't matter so much.
A soft chime alerted him that someone had opened the gate at the end of the driveway, and Jensen cursed. Had to be Jare. He was the only one with the code.
Closing his eyes, he tried to get himself settled, forcing an easy smile on his lips. A moment later, he heard the click of toenails on the pavement, and he opened his eyes to say hello to Sadie.
Instead of golden-red fur, he found black and tan fur, and a pair of calm, sweet eyes watching him. “Hey, Bisou!”
She wriggled, giving him a doggie smile, and crawled to the edge of the whirlpool, laying her head down for him to scratch.
“I see the girl has already found you,” Jeff said, strolling over towards the pool. “She took off like a shot the moment I opened the door.”
“Hey,” Jensen murmured, managing a smile. If there was one person on earth who wouldn't scrape at every raw nerve, it was Jeff. There was no one more easy going. “What're you doing in Vancouver?”
“I have a couple of months off, and the next movie is shooting up on Whistler, so it seemed like a good time to come up and visit my boys, take it easy for a few weeks.”
Jensen nodded. “Cool. You staying with Jared?”
“Nah. Haven't gotten that far honestly. I figured I'd find a hotel for a couple nights then worry about renting a house.” Jeff shrugged.
“You could stay here,” Jensen heard himself say.
Jeff beamed at him. “Seriously? It would just be a couple days.”
Jensen nodded, inwardly cursing. What the hell? Was his brain paralyzed too? The last thing he needed was someone right up in his shit. Too late to take it back, though.
“Thank you so much, dude. I always hate trying to find a hotel that will take Bisou. Something about Rottweilers just freaks them out. I promise, I'll stay out of your way.”
“Don't worry about it, Jeff. The spare bedroom's on the left, if you wanna put your stuff in there.”
“Sounds good. After that, I'm going to run down to the grocery, pick up some stuff for Bisou's food. Anything you need?”
Jensen laughed softly. “Pretty much everything. I was going to put in an order tonight.”
“Cool. Will do. I'll make dinner when I get home.”
“Jeff-” Jensen gritted his teeth.
“Hey, you're saving me cash. It's the least I can do.”
Jensen had forgotten this part of Jeff's personality. Jared called it the well-meaning steamroller. Jeff could smile and cheerfully convince Israel and Pakistan to get along, Jensen was sure of it.
“Thanks. I appreciate it,” Jensen forced out.
“My pleasure.” Jeff turned and headed back towards the front of the house, and Jensen fought the urge to splash him in the ass like a two year old.
This was gonna suck.
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Thankfully, this didn't happen. I don't know them, I don't know what they do in their spare time, but I doubt it's any of this.
A/N: Much love to my wife for doing the quick once over. Sweet Charity fic, for
avid_slackerWarning: Character injury, permanent disability.
After nearly a week of rain, it was nice to have sun again, Jensen thought, rolling out along the paved path to the whirlpool end of the pool. Not that it made a difference, but the chair cushion was getting musty.
Parking next to the lift, he gritted his teeth. This was the part he hated the most. If it wasn't for how good the bubbling water felt, he'd never go through it. Somehow, the muscles in his legs took dangling off the edge of the lift as an invitation to spasm and hurt like nobody's business.
The spasms had died down a little, but some days, it still hurt like someone was torching his legs. Those days, it was all he could do to crawl out of bed into the chair to get the painkillers.
He could call Jared, but dammit, he could handle it. He'd better fucking well get used to handling it.
Sure, the doctors told him that he could still have improvement. The statements were always couched with phrases like “there's so much we don't know about how the spine works,” and “it's up to your body.”
His parents told him regularly to “have faith.” Just the thought made him want to throw something. Have faith in what, exactly?
God? Sure, he was on the big guy's good side, obviously. In the body that had betrayed him? Yeah, that would happen. Right now, the only fucking thing he had faith in was the narcotics that kept him from screaming in agony.
The facts of the matter were that he hadn't regained any more feeling or mobility in his legs since the day he'd come to at the hospital. Right now, it was pretty unlikely that he was getting a whole lot more.
He was pretty lucky that he had what he did, or so they told him. It could have been a lot worse. No bowel, no bladder function. No sexual function. Even if right now he couldn't imagine having sex, it was nice to know it was still there.
No sense putting it off, he thought. With a soft grunt of pain, he shifted his weight onto his arms, transferring from the chair to the lift's seat.
As expected, his legs began jumping immediately, the muscles reacting to the lack of support. It seemed to take forever for the lift to swing him over the whirlpool and lower him until the seat was flush to the bench seat in the bubbling water.
More than once, he'd spent the whole day here, not willing to lose the peaceful feeling of weightlessness. At least in the water, his legs didn't matter so much.
A soft chime alerted him that someone had opened the gate at the end of the driveway, and Jensen cursed. Had to be Jare. He was the only one with the code.
Closing his eyes, he tried to get himself settled, forcing an easy smile on his lips. A moment later, he heard the click of toenails on the pavement, and he opened his eyes to say hello to Sadie.
Instead of golden-red fur, he found black and tan fur, and a pair of calm, sweet eyes watching him. “Hey, Bisou!”
She wriggled, giving him a doggie smile, and crawled to the edge of the whirlpool, laying her head down for him to scratch.
“I see the girl has already found you,” Jeff said, strolling over towards the pool. “She took off like a shot the moment I opened the door.”
“Hey,” Jensen murmured, managing a smile. If there was one person on earth who wouldn't scrape at every raw nerve, it was Jeff. There was no one more easy going. “What're you doing in Vancouver?”
“I have a couple of months off, and the next movie is shooting up on Whistler, so it seemed like a good time to come up and visit my boys, take it easy for a few weeks.”
Jensen nodded. “Cool. You staying with Jared?”
“Nah. Haven't gotten that far honestly. I figured I'd find a hotel for a couple nights then worry about renting a house.” Jeff shrugged.
“You could stay here,” Jensen heard himself say.
Jeff beamed at him. “Seriously? It would just be a couple days.”
Jensen nodded, inwardly cursing. What the hell? Was his brain paralyzed too? The last thing he needed was someone right up in his shit. Too late to take it back, though.
“Thank you so much, dude. I always hate trying to find a hotel that will take Bisou. Something about Rottweilers just freaks them out. I promise, I'll stay out of your way.”
“Don't worry about it, Jeff. The spare bedroom's on the left, if you wanna put your stuff in there.”
“Sounds good. After that, I'm going to run down to the grocery, pick up some stuff for Bisou's food. Anything you need?”
Jensen laughed softly. “Pretty much everything. I was going to put in an order tonight.”
“Cool. Will do. I'll make dinner when I get home.”
“Jeff-” Jensen gritted his teeth.
“Hey, you're saving me cash. It's the least I can do.”
Jensen had forgotten this part of Jeff's personality. Jared called it the well-meaning steamroller. Jeff could smile and cheerfully convince Israel and Pakistan to get along, Jensen was sure of it.
“Thanks. I appreciate it,” Jensen forced out.
“My pleasure.” Jeff turned and headed back towards the front of the house, and Jensen fought the urge to splash him in the ass like a two year old.
This was gonna suck.
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